IF YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT...
5 epochs and numerous horrid nightmares later, here I stand mindless; mindless of daze and confusion, of questions that breached through the inner depths of my vessel.
Awhile ago as the denizens of our civilization celebrated life, a maiden who stood there did otherwise. Death was all over her as she poured through the barrels and dug through the soils. Her being, tortured by an inconsiderate being β one that is selfish opposed to this selfless woman. As she could not fathom her existence in this new undertaking, she did nothing but drown herself.
Itβs almost the end of the first stage in this era, yet we have never seen one another, even in photographs; even the sound of your voice, only echoes in the caverns of my skull. I have heard of thy exodus. I could not wonder why or how, albeit I remain happy for you and you alone.
As you fled, I have met this stranger that I had mentioned. I could see the effects of deception pouring out of her; each drop of rye were like that of tears that drizzled from her precious eyes. I felt the pain burning out of her; reminded me of my own familiarities where indeed the victim was not I; I now truly see the inner brute that was me then.
As she boozed out, I tried to intermingle, share her burden. It was awkward at first as I later found out that she saw arrogance beforehand, specifically the times when I was still the commander. But after time paved way and she having had several glasses, we had our connection. It felt totally strange as she poured out β not her wails of aching but of how much she admired me in the past.
I could not make out whether it is pity or a tinge of stranger splendor I felt towards this young Alice. Soon, I suddenly realized that she reminded me of someone. It was you.
I could never say that I am finally letting go of you, with everything that happened between the two of us β it is indeed a hard undertaking. But just like your movement, I could now say that the ship is moving.
The only figure playing around my nauseous mind is a dented white rose. I want to grab it. I want to take a look closer. But I fear that I may never stop looking.
Awhile ago as the denizens of our civilization celebrated life, a maiden who stood there did otherwise. Death was all over her as she poured through the barrels and dug through the soils. Her being, tortured by an inconsiderate being β one that is selfish opposed to this selfless woman. As she could not fathom her existence in this new undertaking, she did nothing but drown herself.
Itβs almost the end of the first stage in this era, yet we have never seen one another, even in photographs; even the sound of your voice, only echoes in the caverns of my skull. I have heard of thy exodus. I could not wonder why or how, albeit I remain happy for you and you alone.
As you fled, I have met this stranger that I had mentioned. I could see the effects of deception pouring out of her; each drop of rye were like that of tears that drizzled from her precious eyes. I felt the pain burning out of her; reminded me of my own familiarities where indeed the victim was not I; I now truly see the inner brute that was me then.
As she boozed out, I tried to intermingle, share her burden. It was awkward at first as I later found out that she saw arrogance beforehand, specifically the times when I was still the commander. But after time paved way and she having had several glasses, we had our connection. It felt totally strange as she poured out β not her wails of aching but of how much she admired me in the past.
I could not make out whether it is pity or a tinge of stranger splendor I felt towards this young Alice. Soon, I suddenly realized that she reminded me of someone. It was you.
I could never say that I am finally letting go of you, with everything that happened between the two of us β it is indeed a hard undertaking. But just like your movement, I could now say that the ship is moving.
The only figure playing around my nauseous mind is a dented white rose. I want to grab it. I want to take a look closer. But I fear that I may never stop looking.
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